The Past
I have been haunted of late.Not many days ago, i was haunted by a sight i thought i could put away for a long, long time. Then just today, a trip home with a friend stirred it up again. Memories. Painful. Clawing. Regretful. Desired. Conflicting. Tormenting. Haunting. Memories of her.
The past is an uncanny predator. It lets itself sink into the deep of consiousness, then when you least expect it, it springs from the depths, like an ancient shark full of vengeance, tearing and ripping till you have no more rational thoughts left, save those haunting visions. Visions so vivid they entice, and terrify, but they never go away... Much like a bee sting. You may have removed the bee, but the sting remains...
It seemed that it was not so long ago when i first saw her. But six months should have been more than enough to forget. And i would have, if not for today. Why do people fear the past? Because it arouses feelings, sometimes bad ones, that they would rather not experience again. Why do i fear the past? I know not. Perhaps it reminds me of my foolishness.
Wherever she has gone to, i hope it's a better place. I hope i don't have to see her again anytime soon. I've got other things on my mind. People other than her. I can't waste my time longing for something i know i'll never have.
The past is something i'd like to forget. This past, at any rate. With time, and some help, i'm sure i will.
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